The damp chill of the early morning was to one so recently made a cow suggesting of peace and tranquility. Lazily Jenifer opened her large eyes, taking a deep breath and remembering her present state.
Her first realization of being a cow was the acrid taste that prevailed in her mouth. A cow tongue lick of dry and thicker than human lips was but another reminder of what she had become.
A taste of grass, some sweet ans much sour still clung inside her gums, teeth, and deep cheeks. Jennifer gave a hacking cough, lossening that which dribbled from bovine sinus glands, hanging in thick strings and globs about her throat.
Choking and gagging, Jenifer tried to clear her throat only to regurgitate a remaining clump of half chewed grass, her cud, then it mixed with the sticky snot and all was forced toward teeth for another round of chewing.
This groused out Jennifer, she had but faint memories of lying under some Maple trees, she and the other cows all chewing their cud, and in her case letting the bovine mind set run her life.
A puking spit out of the cud only made the nearest cow to her Moo.
The sensation of morning dew coating her broad back was but a reminder too of her lying and rolling in the dust of the earth. She felt horribly dirty, wanting to bathe, but knowing that this was simply out of the question!
With a building urge to purge her digestive sytstem, Jennifer responded in true cow fashion. This done she could smell her own and walked away from the crowd of smelly cows.
Her thoughts were a blend of satisfied sensations, feeling her cow self was rather neat and offered a vacation form being human. meanwhile she well knew that her being a cow would pose some drastic changes in how she would need to live.
Sauntering along the cow path to the barn, Jennifer was deep in thoughts of herself.
As a cow alone and standing away from the herd, she forgot how this would cause others in the pasture to think of Jennifer as something needing to feel pleasure.
The plodding thunder of heavy hoofs upon the ground turned Jennifer to see coming in haste across the pasture one extreme specimen of a Bull.
Thundering hooves, snorting with an anxious desire to seek his own masculin pleasure with this lone cow; Jennifer tried her best to hustle her bulk toward the barn.
Pride in his herd had this bull breeding regular with his many cows. He had learned every trick in the book, knowing just how a wary cow would try to escape. He soon stopped Jennifer from her hope for safety and the barn. Cornered into a thicket, no place to run, too huge to amble away, Jennifer stoon silent, knowing of what would happen soon.